La Primavera!

New season, new colors.

I've attempted writing a few times since March 22nd, but my well of wondrous whims has been dry. This is probably attributable to a number of different things, but one that occurred to me just now is the color of the blog. The background was a very dark grey, which was perhaps a play made by my subconscious trying to tell me how I felt back when I created it. Well, Subconscious, I don't feel dark grey anymore. I feel, as you can see, soft greeny.

I drove up to Minneapolis yesterday. I'm here looking for jobs (ahem) and reclaiming the Twin Cities in the name of Jesus and sobriety. I wasn't as nervous about the trip as I expected to be, which is in line with my quitting-smoking method - that is to say, if I don't make a big deal out of it, it's not a big deal. It's working so far, though I don't expect to successfully employ this principle with all my troubles.

Some of you are asking yourselves, "Why is Ian looking for jobs in Minneapolis when he lives in the wastelands of suburban Chicago?" Well, first of all, suburban Chicago is not a wasteland. Secondovly, I've decided to attend Bethlehem College and Seminary this fall!!!!!!!! I'm pretty excited. I've missed school for the four years I've been out.

Four years. I'm still getting over these sneaking suspicions that people who went straight through their four years of college after high school throw secret parties for each other where they make really funny jokes that only they can understand about us non-traditional students.

In other news, I'm staying with my friend Ryan while here, and Ryan has a dog named Chloe. She is second in line to Best Dog in the World, which designation belongs of course to my dog Samson. Right now, she's staring at me imperiously - imperiously, I say - because I've stopped scratching her ears to continue typing. In a couple minutes, she'll lay her head on my arm until I give in and start scratching her ears again. I know her well, but I suspect she knows me better.

As for this spring, mine's been a mix of fall's cold and mid-summer's blistering heat. But am I overwrought? No. We midwesterners are a stout folk.